Exhausting All Trump Cards, This is Real Strength! Part 1

The temperature dropped lower at night.

The goose feather-like snow had completely solidified and fluttered along the whistling wind.

Standing on the blanket of snow, Sun Bahu took off his oversized jacket to reveal the bronze-colored muscles underneath and glanced at Su Mo holding a spear in the distance.

In the era of civilization, he was just an ordinary food stall owner selling barbecue meat.

He had learned some basic combat skills after coming to the wasteland and had never seen or come in contact with authentic "martial arts."

With the rapid changes of time, Sun Bahu thought that these old-fashioned things should have long disappeared from modern times, and there was no way that current humans would still possess such skills.

However, seeing the opponent's posture in front of him, he felt slightly cowardly and afraid. 

"Fellow human, since you're still standing, there is still room for negotiation between us.